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You think you can't be saved And that no one would adore you, That if you are wretched, you cannot be divine. But divinity is for the gods, Oracles could not have forseen What you would do to me. That every word you speak Would be a brazen network of fire in my ears, And every breath of yours would be an arctic storm on my skin.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
insomniatrical
Emery
You think you can't be saved And that no one would adore you, That if you are wretched, you cannot be divine. But divinity is for the gods, Oracles could not have forseen What you would do to me. That every word you speak Would be a brazen network of fire in my ears, And every breath of yours would be an arctic storm on my skin.
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